I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics- NBA YoungBoy

I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics in English is Latest English Song Sung by NBA YoungBoy. With Music also given by K10 Beatz, Horridrunitup & Rellmadedat. While “I Hate YoungBoySong Lyrics are also Written by Rellmadedat, Horridrunitup, K10 Beatz, Jason Goldberg & NBA YoungBoy and video is released by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.

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I Hate YoungBoy Song Details

Song Title :I Hate YoungBoy
Singer (S):NBA YoungBoy
Lyrics (S) : Rellmadedat, Horridrunitup, K10 Beatz, Jason Goldberg & NBA YoungBoy
Music (S):K10 Beatz, Horridrunitup & Rellmadedat
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I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics

[ Lyrics in English ]

Say, 10
Let’s hear this st, rell (hah, hah) Horrid, run it up (lil top) I don’t give a fk, man, look (ni**a, yeah)

“Youngboy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them”
Tell them nias, “Fk ’em,” and they know that I ain’t scared of them
How you talkin’ st when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem? Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain’t gon’ fk wit’ him

Clean up on aisle o, youngin let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow, nia know that’s my smoke He called me a bih, that’s india, that be your ho
Posted with that stick like indians, they want my soul
Post about it, bih, I got like thirty mill’, my mind gone And I’m gon’ be rich inside my casket once my time gone I’m bumpin’ wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home Why he drop that whack-as song? Puy bi*h, you should’ve known

My daddy tell me, “Leave it ‘lone,” but I’m like, “Man, fk them nias”
Used to fk with gucci ’til I seen he like them puy nias Momma know I’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid, make me bust a nia
They know I’m on house arrest so they feel like they official
Bih, I’ll kill you, then I take your whistle, god know I don’t like you nias
Feds wanna lock a ni**a up ’cause he tote baby missiles

Bih, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your nias
Every nia did a feature with you, slime out to get ’em Set ’em up then point a nia, field goal, romo
Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like you don’t know
Baby with ’em, 4pf, four poles firin’
Want me for to die? Tell that puy, “Cross the line” I ain’t got no fkin’ mind, tell ’em, “Free baba,” that’s my evil twin

Youngin bouncin’ on his tippy-toes when he creepin’ in
He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in
I be turnt up with my baby mommas, I ain’t got no f**kin’ friends
He got rolls, my mclaren, he got maybach and range rover

He got bentley gt, redeye, it’s black coated
Slidin’ in a tesla, and he got that yay on
Puy nia dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
Nia, I’m a real blood, and I’m screamin’, “Blatt” I get free, they know where I’m at, I’m posted ‘cross that track Starr don’t wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked Board the jet, you know I’m flyin’ off, I land, I’m smokin’ thrax Where you at? Your security, they get bust at too I don’t give no fk about this rap s**t, I’ll bust at you

Your daddy hit the feds, fk that nia, he a bih, too Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bih grieve too
And that lil’ bih, she say, “4l,” huh? I say, “Heads or tails, slime” Tell ’em, “Kill youngboy,” all of y’all gon’ fkin’ fail, hah


Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime
Stomp him in his fkin’ face, I left him with my nike sign Free lil meechy off the line, nias know I’m big slime

Win or lose, no draw, nia, them boys know I’m ’bout mine Don’t know nothin’ but slang iron, ain’t respondin’ no more I just wanna make the bih go, he way from the go (ha-ha)
You know where I stay, don’t let me find your home (fk you) They don’t let me see my daughter from the time I’m on (bih, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that’s the dada tone
Feel like boosie don’t even like me, bih, don’t call my phone (fk you)
Tell apple I said, “Fk ’em,” they promote his song (say, 10, fk you)

They be hatin’ on tim and quando, they act like they wrong (fk you) Youtube streamers, they be dk-ridin’, don’t react no more (horrid, run it up, fk you) You fk with them, don’t f**k with me and that’s just how that go
When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope
Chinese kitty don’t wanna be my girl, she like them folks
Momma told me for to take my ritalin and I said, “No”
Sarah snyder always think I’m trippin’ ’cause I’m real slow

Hold on, I ain’t even, I ain’t even rappin’, jason
I’m really just, I’m really just lettin’ these nias know it’s, “Fk them”
You heard me? These bih-a*s nias act like they scared to die
Youngboy, I been thuggin’, I been slime, I ain’t scared to die
I don’t fk with cc, but my oldest brother crip I be on dc, dc, marvel, that be him I be on repeat, waitin’ on them just for to trip Fk the whole industry, they know, don’t try to get at him

Hah, yeah, it’s 4ktrey, nawfside, 38, nia, free ddawg We put guns to the face, bih-as nia, how you wanna do it? You already know what I say, nia, who gon’ die today? Bih-as nia, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
Them bih-as, man, these bih-as nias act like they don’t like youngboy I guarantee you can’t say not one thing youngboy did to these hoe-a*s nias

These bih-as nias be hatin’, you heard me? I ain’t trippin’ these fk-as nias
These fk-a*s nias gon’ catch it, you heard me? They gon’ catch it
These gon’ catch everything a nia throw at them, believe that You heard me? This slime st, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?

We gon’ bang for life, nia, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah And I don’t fk with you nias, believe that (youngboy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them Tell them nias, “Fk ’em,” man, they know that I ain’t scared of them How you talkin’ st when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain’t gon’ f**k wit’ him)

Written By- Rellmadedat, Horridrunitup, K10 Beatz, Jason Goldberg & NBA YoungBoy

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